Wild Rose

Wild roses on a bed of leaves in the month of May

I think I wrote my own pain, oh, don't you?

Down by the creek, I couldn't sleep, so, I followed a feeling

Sounds like the vines, they are breathing

(Oh, listen, it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds like, oh)

And I've seen the way the seasons change when I just give it time

But I feel it out of my mind, all the time

In the night, I am wild-eyed

And you got me now

Oh, roses, they don't mean a thing

You don't understand

But why don't we full on pretend?

Oh, won't you?

Before I closed my eyes, I saw a moth in the sky

And I wish I could fly that high

Oh, don't you?

A serpent on a bed of leaves in the month of May

What do you want me to say?

 

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